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About This Poem
Old Umbrella
He masterfully portrays
Under an old umbrella
Stopping no rain from falling
Shows how moist life is
Lifting the stem higher up
Trying to keep rain away
Nothing seems to stop it all
Rain lands on his head
To his chagrin it rains hard
Beading down to his wet brow
He desires to throw it out
Useless contraption
Now the rain pours on his face
He debates life’s irony
How his luck has fallen down
As the rain descends
Russell Sivey
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